I’ve lost this place I’m suppose to have
my place in this thunder, ringing, ringing clear
what I have, and trust in what I haven’t gained
with this losing war, I’ve won something?
I’ve lost my place in this thundering mess
that lightening tragically strikes on paper
clipping my worth together.
I need a bow and my own arrow to make this right
I need an exorcism done to baptize
my worried hands together
and into a pit of strangers I’d dive
un-bruised by bravado’s curses
I’d dive into this tidal wave of circumstance
I the interpellator, lose myself